Recently I've been having
conversations
with myself, in the dark.
I ask myself questions, like;
"Do you have likes and dislikes?"
"Do you have hopes and dreams?"
"Where do you see yourself in the future?"
I never respond,
I never have an answer to respond with.

If you knew everything there is to know,
Then how could you ever learn anything or grow?

If you somehow knew all that will ever be
Could any decision that you decide upon ever make you free?

If your mind was everything and everything was in you
Could their ever be anything else for you to do?

And there you are – right in the middle of this inquisition,
A slave to your own reality – chained to your own constitution.

But it is you who has allowed yourself to be caught in this net
You came here not to remember anything but to forget.

You have forgotten who you are and in your own grand illusion find
A dream of freedom and free will which further confuses your mind.

For knowing everything is a girdle of limitless limitation,
But here we have a place of both the known and the unknown – called creation.

In this ignorance you have something to choose,
Freedom from perfection – there was no other way to lose.

So you see – only if you know yourself as that which is not true,
Only there could you be free to select whatever you want to.

Within a single mind, two hands and two eyes; you think, feel and see
These envisioned experiences – only now they can truly be.

Yes, free will also gave you the choice to forget from where you come,
Yet, the closer we return to that place – the happier we become.

I learned to control my awareness and thus I can oft return,
But the closer I get the less choice remains for me to learn.

Though I long for and receive more and more of the infinite’s touch,
The more I also long for the finite in me not to know so much.

Days pass through nights.
The leaves blows through the wind.
A dream shoots through stars.
A heart beats in a pulse.

The stars gleam in the day,
The heat sways in the night,
The water twists in the desert,
The sweetness of the sugar free cake.

I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.

I wanted to belong,
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It's my obsession.

A backward life slips along
The fire burns dull
A tear becomes dry
A dream is empty.

The daughter raises the mother.
The son h teaches the father.
The victim murders the killer.
The page draws on the pencil.

I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.

I wanted to belong.
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It's my obsession.

Nobody said I had to be perfect.
Nobody  told me to be sane.
Nobody asked me to be the queen.
Nobody taught me to be proper.

Nobody offered me my milk and cookies.
Nobody ever offered me my slice of life.
Nobody ever gave me my money.
Nobody ever gave me my dreams.

I never asked for anything from you.
I never asked for a hug,
A kiss
A story
Love.

I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.

I wanted to belong.
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It became my obsession.